Lyerin's laughter echoed through the ruined ship, reverberating in the empty, twisted metal corridors as he towered over Yasira.
His hand hovered menacingly above her, his fingers twitching with anticipation as if he were about to tear through her skin.
Yasira, bloodied and exhausted, was still defiant.
She knew that if she was going to die, she wouldn't go down without making Lyerin question his every step.
"You fool," Yasira spat, her voice raspy, thick with both fury and fear.
"You really think you can find them, don't you? You have no idea what we've done—how far we've taken you from them."
Her breaths came in ragged gasps, and she winced from the pain shooting through her mutilated body. "Your tribe… they're far, far beyond your reach now."
Lyerin's eyes narrowed slightly, his grin unwavering. But Yasira continued, her voice gaining momentum despite her pain.
